Rollercoaster December 7, 2005Posted by Michael McVey in General Comment.
Today was odd indeed. I expected to have a quiet morning installing new software. It was deadly quiet until 8 and then all heck broke loose with people coming in almost non-stop with issues. Even my wife called to have me listen to her car engine on the cell phone – dead battery.
The real reason why today was so loopy was because of e-mails I received from four people. The first was from an old friend whom I had not heard from for almost thirty years. He is married now, has two young children and is doing just great. I was really charged up by that news.
Then another note arrived to inform me that my 50 thousand dollar grant was not approved. The sound of carpet being pulled out from beneath your feet is the same sound that tells you it is time to re-tool your research agenda for next semester. The bad news was I did not get the grant but the good news was that now I don’t have to work on juggling a new grant into my life. However, I was looking forward to the chance to use StudioCode software to analyze teaching methods among pre-service teachers and get pre-certificated administrators able to more competently analyze teaching they are someday going to be asked to evaluate.
So after that little setback, my Eudora mail box plays the sound of O Canada signifying mail from my friends and family back home in Canada. Surprisingly, there was lengthy catch up message from another friend I had not heard from since 1976. She has four kids of university age and is happily working with the Ontario Provincial Police. Wow! Did I win a lottery back in Canada and didn’t know about it?
Seconds later my e-mail box chimes again. Sorry, we are passing on your latest manuscript on informal online learning environments. Better luck next time.
So, the moral of the story is that good news comes with the bad sometimes. Today I was honored to welcome two newly minted Ph.D.s into the academe but I also had to say farewell to four teachers from Nicaragua and Dominican Republic who were returning home tomorrow and feeling a little forlorn.